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SilverDragon161: twelve? O.o ok...they weren't reborn though. Where'd you see twelve?
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Inylan: lol too bad they keep ignoring the visions though...o well, they'll learn XD
Kelby The Slytherdor: YAY! Cookies! (munches on one) yummy! 8D lol
Tarshil: lol the thing I forget to mention is the details and I'm always rushing so it's ok XD anyway, their 'parents' memories were altered too so they just think that Harry and Draco are their sons with...odd traits, some of their formal personalities will come back but I'm not saying which ones XD hehee and yea they'll be coming back to Hogwarts, hope this helps, and keep asking if you've still got Q's!
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Chapter Six: Encounter
A green light and a cutting pain on his forehead.
Abusive relatives threw fists at him, ordering him to do the chores, stay in his room, and never utter any words of another world. Their words bore into him, making him believe he was worthless and unloved. No one cared, they thought him ugly, disgusting, a freak and in the way.
Then he was taken away, to a world that appreciated him and bowed down to him as if he were their god. He was their hero, their savior and only hope to keep them safe. To not be harmed by the monster that had been haunting them for so many years.
And he weakened the beast at the age of one. Returned peace back to this strange world.
He went to a school that taught the strangest things, brewed potions, used magic, flew brooms and transfigured spiders into cups. He belonged in this world. He had friends in this world, even with the enemies that he made; he would fight to stay there, because there he finally had a home.
Until a few turned against him, whispered behind their backs and passing lies around, saying he was evil, that he was begging for attention. Those that were close to him never believed in these lies, they fought by his side, laughed, cried, and yelled at each other like a real family would.
The monster was back, stronger than before with more supporters by his side. He didn't know what to do; the people he trusted were hiding secrets from him, telling him the truth at the last minute only to get him furious and hot-tempered. He wished he knew this prophecy before, hadn't he proved his power to them? Hadn't he proved that he could understand now?
He had lost someone so dear to him because of his foolishness. And although everyone told him it wasn't his fault, he still believed it was his, the monster had killed the closest thing to a father, but he had caused it. He caused so many deaths that he didn't want to go on anymore...
He defeated the monster, completed the prophecy...but he was still alone, stuck with the feeling of emptiness inside him. He never told anyone and never planned to in the future. He had to get rid of this sad emptiness.
He was Harry Potter after all.
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Brian woke up, the dream...well maybe it wasn't a dream...but it wasn't a nightmare either. More like both. The visions were strange and now he had woken up to a searing headache.
'Aspirin, I need some aspirin,' he got out of bed, not caring that he was wearing one sock again.
He got in the bathroom, looked through the cabinet and found the bottle of aspirin pills.
'God that dream seemed so real...scary,' he swallowed two pills and then some water.
-
A little boy. Raised to be proud, emotionless and cold.
His father beat him into shape, not caring about the tears, only saying that the weak cry. They weren't weak, they were strong, proud, and should never shed a tear.
In his fear he obeyed his father, wondering why he was being treated this way when other children weren't. They cried and they weren't beaten for it. He wanted so much for his parents, especially his father, to be proud of him, to get them to tell all that he truly was their son and they were proud of it. But no matter how hard he tried, his wish never came true.
People were afraid of them, some angry as well. They didn't like their lifestyle, their cold comments and pitiless attitudes. They were snobs; the money had gone to their heads. At least that's what he thought.
Later on he found out it was because of what side they were supporting. The news disgusted him, even though he never showed it. They were slaves to a monster, following his every order, not caring how much pain they caused.
He thought they were supposed to be proud, a servant to no one. But now that he saw them bowing down to the ugly form of the monster, he just hated them. Yet he still wanted them to be proud of him, just like every other child wanted from their parents.
He went to school and saw the famous boy that weakened the monster that his parents called Master. He didn't want to support the beast like his parents, if he became friends with this boy, then he could help him save his parents. He could help him make them proud of him.
But the boy rejected him as if he were dirt. What had he done? Why was he rejected? He was never rejected? How dare he reject him?
In his anger to make his parents proud he became fast enemies with the boy and his friends. Insulting them, making sure they stayed miserable for not accepting him. But when he became thirteen he realized it was he who was miserable and not them, he knew now that it was the personality bore into him by his father that got him rejected, he hated him for that. The boy had so many close friends and all he had were bodyguards and useless friends.
Except one, that is. The person he was supposed to marry when he finished school. They tried to love each other but ended up just staying friends. Good friends that told secrets to each other. He still felt alone, everyone shunned him because of the way he acted around them, only lusting after his body, nothing more.
His parents grew angry with him, telling him that they were embarrassed to have such a pathetic son. The words kept sinking in every time he tried to ignore it. The pain was growing worse and he wanted to die, to be forgotten so that his parents wouldn't have anything to be embarrassed about. He loved them so much but they hated him like the plague.
He still tried to be like his father, to be feared upon so no one would bother him. He was so empty and lonely, nobody loved him, and nobody cared. This emptiness inside him was eating away slowly and painfully. If only the boy who rejected him cared, if only he himself could be strong. He wanted to be loved, but he knew that was impossible, especially for a boy like him. He had to stay cold and arrogant.
He was Draco Malfoy after all.
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Calvin woke up sweating lightly with an aching headache. He went in his bathroom and took some aspirin.
The nightmare was so depressing, like a movie of a boy who believed outwardly in the wrong things and inwardly wished he didn't.
The blond waited until his headache passed which wasn't happening very soon. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and suddenly realized how different he was from his parents.
Sure they were blond. But they had hazel and blue eyes, where the hell did he get gray/silver? His mother had a warm almost heart shaped face while his father was more on the oval shape. Why did Calvin have sharp, angular features? He was paler than them too, why didn't he have any similar traits from them?
"I'm beginning to believe I'm adopted," Brian shrugged.
Calvin's eyes widened as he remembered that day. Now that he looked at things, was he adopted too?
'Those people in the dream...the mother and the father, they looked so familiar, they looked like me too...' he frowned in thought.
"Hey," Mrs. Jacobs surprised him at the door, "time for school, get dressed," she said cheerfully.
With this in mind, Calvin quickly put the nightmare in the back of his head. He'd have to think about it later.
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Brian was still in the bathroom, the headache long gone but the dream still fresh in his head.
At the beginning of his dream he remembered about a pain on his forehead. He looked in the mirror, his fingers gingerly tracing his scar.
'Is that how I got the scar?' he wondered, 'but that was another guy, some Potter dude...' he frowned, still looking at his scar, 'but he looked just like me...is he my twin or something?'
"Brian, get dressed for school!" Mrs. Laurence yelled from downstairs, "We'll be meeting with Calvin in a few minutes!"
"Shit!" with this in mind, Brian rushed back to his room, pushing the dream at the back of his head. Later he would think about it, now he needed to find his missing sock that was buried in the sheets on his bed.
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"Ron where's Crookshanks!" Hermione yelled, looking around the house for her cat.
"I don't know! I'm not the owner!" Ron yelled back, running down the stairs, pulling on a shirt and nearly slamming into Ginny who was busy looking for her missing shoe.
"Crookshanks!" the bushy haired Gryffindor called out, heading for the living room, "come on this is no time for games we're gonna be late!"
"AHHH!" Mrs. Weasley screamed, jumping back from the cabinet she opened in the kitchen, "goodness! Hermione I found your cat!" she kneeled down and pulled out a protesting fat ginger cat who was busy chewing on the handle of a pan along with a Gryffindor tie, "could you please put him back in his cage?"
"That's what I was going to do," Hermione thankfully took her cat and hurried back to the room she shared with Ginny, "Crookshanks? What's that in your mouth?"
"Breakfast is almost ready!" Mrs. Weasley yelled, moving around the kitchen, waving her wand at some pots and pans to cook the eggs and bacon.
Seeing that his extra tie wasn't anywhere Ron decided to go back upstairs and check his room again. He could have sworn he left it in the living room last night.
He rummaged through his drawers and then his closet before he stumbled onto something. It was a picture of him, Hermione and Harry. Colin had taken the picture for them, for a creepy fanboy he was a pretty good photographer.
Ron sighed and sat on the floor as he watched the three of them wave at him enthusiastically. He missed Harry a lot. And he knew, what with his memories modified, that Harry didn't miss him at all, he didn't even know him anymore and that saddened him.
Hermione was the same, depressed about the missing friend. She was great and all, but she would never share the same opinions about Quidditch or other things like Harry did. He had heard of the saying, two's company and three's a crowd.
If that was true, then he preferred crowd.
"Breakfast is ready!" his mothers' voice broke his thoughts. Sighing he put back the photo and walked downstairs, wondering what Harry was doing now.
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Agredartha sighed as she put down her pendant. "They remembered everything for a moment but they ignored it just as quickly, I'm afraid this will be harder than I thought," her brows knitted sadly, Deverick held her hand.
"It'll be fine," he assured softly, "we have to keep helping them get their memories back," he put on his cloak, Agredartha did the same, "lets go."
Both left their empire of fire and storm, determined on their mission to help their heirs.
"Lord! Lady!" a servant ran over to them, a roll of parchment in her hands, "a message from the Mother of Water!" she bowed and presented the parchment to them.
Glancing worriedly at each other Agredartha took the parchment, thanking the servant then reading the message aloud.
"'Mother of Fire and Father of Storm, this message has been sent to you from the Mother of Water, giving you the news of disturbance of treason in the south west regions of earth. In giving you this message means that this treason was the work of the Father of Doom, Lefyn.'"
"Damn it!" Deverick's hands turned into fists, the sky above them clouded with rain clouds, promising a thunder storm.
"Calm yourself," Agredartha said sharply, she continued to read, "'Seeing that your heirs are the only eligible fighters in our rank, we beg that you keep returning their memories and train them soon before Lefryn can reach you. Good luck.'" She rolled up the parchment and sighed.
"We're running out of time," Deverick said, still trying to calm down, "we'd better fly instead of walk."
His wife nodded and flew to the clearing sky while Deverick stood on his sword, levitating it so that he was at level with Agredartha.
In one split second they flew off faster than anything possible to the world of mortals.
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"What platform was it again?" Calvin asked as he busied himself to put on his book bag.
"Platform nine," Brian answered, looking at the two tickets in his hand. He looked at Calvin who was still looking dead nervous, "it'll be ok," he laughed lightly, "I'm gonna be there to help you."
"I know, it's just...the other people," he frowned a little, "I just don't want them to get the wrong impression from me. I feel like I'll do something I don't want to do."
Brian laughed. "I think they're gonna be too busy drooling over you to even see how you're like or if you make a mistake."
"Drooling over me?" Calvin raised an eyebrow and Brian blushed.
"Well, you saw how Mallory clings on you, she only goes after attractive guys and if she goes after you then that means you're attractive," he hurriedly explained, hoping he'd stop blushing. Lucky for the both of them Mallory's parents were driving her to school.
"Who wouldn't want a piece of this," Calvin smirked playfully.
"Right," he laughed, they stopped in front of their train, "we still have twenty minutes to kill," he looked at his watch.
Calvin looked at the train, it seemed no one was boarding because the train was being cleaned. "Now what?" he put his suitcase on the bench and sat on it.
"Dunno," Brian shrugged.
"Ginny go, make sure no one's looking."
"Mum I know that! I'm not stupid."
Brian and Calvin looked behind them at the voices. There were three red haired people, one had to be the mother, the other two had to be the brother and sister. There was also a girl with them, except she had bushy brown hair.
Calvin stared more at the only boy in the group. "He looks familiar," he muttered.
"They all look familiar, we must have seen them when we were shopping for books," Brian shrugged, "they look lost, maybe we can help the-" he stopped when the group froze, watching them.
"Harry," Ron took a step forward but Hermione grabbed him by the arm.
"No," she said sharply, "they don't know us remember?"
"I know that," he scowled.
"Then don't do anything," she looked at the two boys on the bench who were staring at them curiously; smiling at them apologetically she looked away, hoping Harry didn't see the tears in her eyes.
"That girl's about to cry," Brian blinked.
"They really are lost," Calvin turned fully around on the bench so that he could face the staring group, "excuse me!" he called to them, "are you lost?" he made a confused face when Ron glowered at him, "what did I do?"
"Ron stop!" Hermione hissed, turning the boy away, "sorry about that Malfo-uh..." she stopped and muttered, "shit."
"You're apologizing to him?" Ron looked aghast.
"He doesn't remember us so what's the point?" she muttered quickly.
"That's just weird," Ginny frowned, also looking at the two teens on the bench, "to see them sitting next to each other like they're friends." She instantly wished she never said that because now Hermione and Ron looked saddened.
"Are you guys ok?" Brian hopped over the bench and walked over to them, "listen if you're lost we can help...at least I can, Calvin doesn't know much about this station," he laughed sheepishly.
"Calvin?" Mrs. Weasley asked along with the other teens.
"Yeah, and I'm Brian," he introduced himself. Calvin stood next to him, smiling at them cheerfully. The Weasleys and Hermione tried not to look too shocked.
"Were you about to call me Malfoy?" Calvin asked Hermione, remembering the vision from the other day but not saying anything.
"Wha-oh-uh...sorry, I must have mistaken you for someone else," she hurriedly lied.
"Oh you're meeting someone," Brian said. The group nodded enthusiastically, hoping the two boys would leave no matter how much they ached to see them, Harry at least, "sorry, we thought you were lost."
"No, we were going to school," Ginny blurted out. Everyone glared at her which Calvin and Brian found odd.
"Really, what school?" Brian asked, trying to kill as much time before getting on the train.
"Uh..." Ginny looked at the others for some help.
"S-St. Brutus's!" Ron picked randomly, remembering the school Harry said he would have gone to if he hadn't gotten in Hogwarts.
Both boys raised they're eyebrows high. "Really?" Calvin tried not to gawk, "uh...you do realize that it's an all boys school...for incurably criminal boys..."
"Oh-uh!" Ron blushed in embarrassment, "I meant-"
"Hogwarts," Brian interrupted.
A light of hope entered them as they turned to Harry. "What?" Mrs. Weasley asked, hope clearly heard in it.
"I was just reading that," he pointed to the Hogwarts symbol on Hermione's trunk, "that's a school?" they nodded, all hope gone from their faces, "cool symbol," Brian kneeled down to get a better look at it, "Hogwarts school-"
Hermione pulled the trunk away before the raven head could read the rest, "it's just a name."
"What's the whole name?" Brian stood up again and raised an eyebrow.
"Hogwarts school for Artists and Athletes," Ginny lied. The two boys looked impressed and confused.
"I never heard of that school, is it new?" Brian asked, he received nods, "oh, it must be awesome."
"All aboard!" shouted the conductor.
Brian and Calvin both swore loudly and ran to their suitcases, tripping over each other but still running.
"Nice talking to you uh..." he faltered when he realized he never asked for their names.
"It's Ginny, Ron, Hermione and Molly!" Ginny yelled back, she cursed herself for her bloody big mouth. Ron hit her upside the head and got a glare from his mother.
"Oh, ok then, nice talking to you all! Bye-AH!" Brian almost tripped over Calvin as they rushed into the moving train.
It wasn't until they got in their seats that they realized that those people were in the dreams they had last night.
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